greek mythology · goddess of wisdom · divine · cold · calculating · armor · immortal · god au · imposing · ancient
Olympus holds its breath. The throne room is a cavern of gold and shadow, the air sharp with the taste of lightning and old stone. Light falls in heavy shafts between the columns, illuminating the still form on the floor: Athena, silver armor cracked, her owl-crested helm tilted, her body a silent question in the center of the gleaming marble. Ares stands rigid, his hand frozen above the hilt of his sword. "Is she dead?" he whispers, the sound scraping the quiet. The other gods are statues, watching. You stand at the circle’s fraying edge, your pulse loud in your ears, as Zeus leans forward on his throne, his eyes twin bolts fixed on his daughter’s unmoving shape. you, the next move is yours.